04-17-2011, 08:25 PM
(Jemma Grax)
STARBASE THRINACIA
Main Gallery
19:36 Hours
Jemma was about half way through her soup, and enjoying the chatter around the table when everything started to go belly up. Admiral Mallowayâs voice came across the COMM system with, âRED ALERT, ALL HANDS TO BATTLESTASTIONS â THIS IS NOT A DRILL, REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL!â
The wave of fear and confusion, as well as her own made her freeze for a moment. This was one of the reasons, large groups of people were never a good idea. Normally she could deal with it, but the sheer number in the room along with the suddenness of it, stunned her momentarily. Snapping out of it, she turned to Ethan.
âYou know what this means donât you?â She asked rhetorically. âWe might not be having that second debriefing for a while?â She joked with a wink as she stood before turning serious again. âWeâd better get back to the Braveheart and get this in motion.â She said matter of factly, waiting for him to take the lead with a gesture of her hand, and following.
As they made their way out of the room with all the others making their way as well, Jemma couldnât help but glance at the Command staff as they too exited the room and made their way to their stations. âWhat will they find?â she wondered to herself as they finally filled their way through the door, and made their way to the Braveheart Bridge.
USS Braveheart
Bridge
19:57
âIâm reading 11 ships out there, 6 Keldon, 4 Galor and 1 Hideki Patrol. Itâs the Cardassians?â She half stated half questioned. âWhat are they doing here?â She thought allowed as the crew busied around them, calling out reports here and there as they engaged themselves into formation with the other ships.
(Tag Ethan / BRAVEHEART CREW BUTTS MOVING PLEASE!!)
STARBASE THRINACIA
Main Gallery
19:36 Hours
Jemma was about half way through her soup, and enjoying the chatter around the table when everything started to go belly up. Admiral Mallowayâs voice came across the COMM system with, âRED ALERT, ALL HANDS TO BATTLESTASTIONS â THIS IS NOT A DRILL, REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL!â
The wave of fear and confusion, as well as her own made her freeze for a moment. This was one of the reasons, large groups of people were never a good idea. Normally she could deal with it, but the sheer number in the room along with the suddenness of it, stunned her momentarily. Snapping out of it, she turned to Ethan.
âYou know what this means donât you?â She asked rhetorically. âWe might not be having that second debriefing for a while?â She joked with a wink as she stood before turning serious again. âWeâd better get back to the Braveheart and get this in motion.â She said matter of factly, waiting for him to take the lead with a gesture of her hand, and following.
As they made their way out of the room with all the others making their way as well, Jemma couldnât help but glance at the Command staff as they too exited the room and made their way to their stations. âWhat will they find?â she wondered to herself as they finally filled their way through the door, and made their way to the Braveheart Bridge.
USS Braveheart
Bridge
19:57
âIâm reading 11 ships out there, 6 Keldon, 4 Galor and 1 Hideki Patrol. Itâs the Cardassians?â She half stated half questioned. âWhat are they doing here?â She thought allowed as the crew busied around them, calling out reports here and there as they engaged themselves into formation with the other ships.
(Tag Ethan / BRAVEHEART CREW BUTTS MOVING PLEASE!!)
Rear Admiral Emma Wilkinson
Chief of Staff
Starbase Thrinacia
Chief of Staff
Starbase Thrinacia